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Leave a bone for Gray Dawn Treader
Nicknames: Treader, Treaderface, Treado, Stinky, Peedunkey (Huttese for "Punk"), and Nutty Buddy. AKA "Gray" to some of his online pals and aquantises.
Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Badges:
Quick Bio:
-mutt
-pound dog
Likes: Toys, attention, food, and playtime.
Pet-Peeves: Being overly bossed by Cookie, being told "no", being ignored, and not being allowed to get loose.
Favorite Toy: He used to hate squeaky toys, but has since learned to love them. His favorite toy tends to be anything stuffed.
Favorite Food: The prey model raw diet! It's real dog food, becayse dogs were designed to eat raw meat, bones, and organs. Whatever anyone may say against it, it's worked wonderfully for us. The proof is in the pudding, folks. We have no plans of going back to kibble.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere he can do lots of smelling, marking, and running.
Best Tricks: He knows 23 at this time. His best tricks are spinning and posing. His favorite trick to do is "which one?", where he has to guess which hand his treat is in. He tries to cheat by puting both paws on both hands.
Arrival Story: I'll let tell you in Treader's words.
The shelter found me wandering the streets. Particularily Bark Drive, Kingsland. My humans had been looking for a Sheltie for months, then they heard about a "Sheltie look-alike" (me!) at the pound. They went in to see me. I wasn't adoptable yet. The shelter though that I was a Spitz mix, because of my tail. My humans didn't want me at first, but they called two days later asking about me. The shelter got mixed up on what dogs my humans were talking about, so they said that I hadn't passed my temperament test and was put to sleep. Hardly! Two weeks later, my humans saw a flyer with my picture in it at the bank. It describes me as "Camden [my old name] is a friendly and well socialized Sheltie mix". My humans called the shelter once they were homeand asked about me. Then they went over to the shelter to adopt me. I didn't think they were going to get me. But then, someone took me out of my kennel. I thought maybe they were going to do something to me, but she handed me to the girl who was interested in me. I was so excited I tugged on my leash ("let's get out of here!"). My new humans brought me to their home. Turns out later that they found out that I had been the "Spitz mix", and the shelter had changed it's mind on what breed I was after giving me a closer look.--------This is the shelter that I got adopted from: HSCC
Bio: Treader is a social butterfly, but is not the same way with strangers that he is with those he knows. He will ask my family to pet him, but will wait for his adoring public to come to him. Even though he's neutered, he likes ALL girl dogs. (Except Cookie. She bosses and bullies him and he's wary of her.) His coloartion is tri-headed white. You can see another, older picture of Treader here:
gotpetsonline.com
Forums Motto: Don't Tread on me Dogster Local Spots I've Marked: Integrity Animal Hospital and Boarding The Last Forum I Posted In: POTP needed for human brother
I'm reading Sheltie Talk right now, and it has a couple of poems at the very end of the book that I'd like to share.
A Dog Lover's Prayer Lord, you know that there would be times when man would need another kind of friend--one who would not criticize, nor blame, nor make demands, nor question. One who would only listen and love.
And so you gave us the dog. Not just one dog, but a dog to suite every temperament and personality.
Lord, we thank you for man's best friend. Help us to remember that he also belongs to you.
Therefore, while we are to enjoy him, we are not to mistreat him, nor alter his health and ability to function by breeding to suite our foolish whims. We are not to thwart his purpose by keeping him isolated where he cannot learn to function in our world.
Teach us, Lord, not to inflict pain and suffering to gain our selfish ends--sometimes as frivilous as a purple ribbon, and not to breed so many of his kind that homes cannot be found and he is left homeless and starving, or sentenced to death in a shelter.
Help us, Lord, to love our friend, the dog, in such a way that it reflects your love and compassion for mankind, whom you have called your friend.
WHAT AM I TO YOU?
M. Kummer As a pup I dreamed and wondered
What life could hold in store:
For ME, I thought, there's something GREAT
Beyond that kennel door.
Out there are needy people
And I have much to give:
Love, and wit, and gentleess,
To help them learn to live.
I'd be someone's protector,
Keep little ones from harm,
Or guide an old man's weary steps,
Or help to run a farm.
I'd run and bark and jump and play
With friends along a sandy shore.
I'd roll in meadows thick and green
That lie beyond that kennel door.
I lay here waiting--longing,
As the days and years crept by;
My owner kept me fed and brushed,
But inside, let me die.
I do not think of greatness now,
I'm old and filled with pain.
My owner has some ribbons,
But I have lived in vain.
I cannot think what could have been,
My dreams are filled with hope no more,
Just floor and walls and broken heart
For me behind this kennel door.
CCA "Bulliten"
Feb 1984
Angel
Angel lived right next door to me, and she ran off one day and didn't come back. They think that someone may have thought that she didn't have a home and kept her.
Angel is still missing. Please send good thoughts her way, pray for her, and if you live near St. Marys, GA, keep an eye out for a small black dog with long fur. (See her pictures for better idea of what to look for.)
I got loose again this evening. Mistress was a bit peeved with me and told me that if I didn't come in right now, I'd be camping outside for the night. I knew she wouldn't follow through with it. I'm too precious to her for her to make me stay outside to supposedly risk getting run over by cars or getting stolen.
She walked towards me and I ran off to make her chase me, but she just turned and went into the house, yelling "Happy Trails!".
Then I wanted in later and she opened the door and asked me how I liked camping. Then she let me in. I knew she would do that. Humans are so predictable.
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